Is there a digital poetry? The teacher wants us to make slides. It is best to have poets and dynasties! ! ! !
Once you walk two or three miles, there are four or five smoke villages. The pavilions are six or seven, and the flowers bloom in eighty or ninety. (Ren Yuan Xu Zaisi "Spring")
Always in my heart, A Qing Huang Huanzhong wrote: "The tower is full of streams, and Shu Yun sends it to western Liaoning in August and September. Suddenly I heard the geese flying in pairs in February. I hate chickens crowing in the middle of the night. May and June are empty, but 7 thousand is not even close to hate. For half my life, I care about the lonely red shadow, and I will follow the cuckoo for ten years. "
Zhang Hu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Gong Ci": "Thousands of miles away, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years. However, ask her this song, the first few words, and see how she tries to hold back her tears. "
5 Xu Yuan Rethinks "The Water Fairy's Double Tone Night Rain": A sound of leaves, an autumn sound, a little banana and a little sorrow, the night after the dream. Snuff, chess is not closed, sigh Xinfeng stay for a long time. After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.
There is a classic story that after many twists and turns, Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun finally got married and returned to Chengdu. Soon, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty summoned him to bid farewell to Wen Jun. It has been five years since the years passed. Wen Jun misses her husband's letter very much. What Wan didn't expect was a letter from home with thirteen numbers written on it: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand and ten thousand". Wen Jun read the letter again and again to understand her husband's meaning. There is no "billion" in the number, which means there is no "meaning" for her. Zhuo Wenjun was sad and resentful, so he immediately wrote back and asked someone to bring it back. The content of the letter is written like this:
"After a farewell, the two places were lovesick, saying it was March and April, but a farewell was five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight-part essay cannot be passed down, and the nine-ring chain breaks from it. Shiliting is anxious to see. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness are strange.
I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. In May, durian is like fire, drenching flowers. In April, loquat turned yellow. I want to be confused about the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the water in March, and kite strings break in February. Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life. "
7 A Qing poet Wang Shizhen wrote a poem called "A picture of Qiu Jiang fishing alone": a boat and a bucket, a thread and an inch hook; Sing a song, drink a bottle of wine, and catch an autumn moon alone.
Digital Poetry of He, a poetess in Qing Dynasty.
A flower, a stone, a touch of sunset, a bird, a mountain, a piece of water and a temple, a forest, yellow leaves and a monk return.
The order of anonymous geese winning in yuan dynasty.
One year old, day after day, autumn after autumn, one generation urges another. Meeting and parting, we have happiness and sadness. Lying on the sofa, dreaming all my life. Find a group of acquaintances, meet for a while, play for a while, and sing for a while.
10 According to legend, Su Shi and his classmates went to Beijing to catch the exam. Xueyou worried about being late because of the weather delay, sighing into a poem:
Unique leaf, as a poet of 23, walked through six beaches and seven bays with four paddles and five sails, but it was a pity that it was ten minutes late.
Su Shi exhorted:
After ten years of cold window, I entered the 98 academy, abandoned worldly desires, studied hard the Five Classics and Four Books, and took three exams and two exams. I must win today.
Catkin flies, and flowers go into the clouds, never to return.
I don't want to part with you. Looking at the horizon, the soul follows the spirit,
Looking forward to coming back, I stood by the door in silence and tired of eating.
However, in October, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and Iraqis did not return, sighing,
Double Ninth Festival, enjoy chrysanthemums and osmanthus trees, climb high and overlook, and cry alone.
See the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, sigh, the full moon is incomplete, and pray for the distant moon.
Seven coincidences, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl also met, so I drank the tears of acacia alone. Who pity me?
In the hot summer solstice in June, my heart is cold and I can't feel warm. Not a word, not a forensic doctor.
In the Fifth Five-Year Plan, everyone in the upper reaches of the river paired up and turned their thoughts into rivers, trying to accuse them of ignorance.
In the blink of an eye, in April, Mulberry Picking Festival, I took time off to ask fish and geese if they could bring good news home. The geese were silent, flapping their wings and flying, and the fish screamed and dived to the bottom.
You see, when March is pink and green, spring is good, and my heart is more tired, and my efforts are wasted.
Aren't two people walking on the road together, and everything goes with the wind? Wanderers are blind and suspicious.
Suddenly, I couldn't stop, listening to the crow of magpies, looking at you, smiling and waving my arms.
I like being diligent, and I want to laugh and cry first!
1 1 Shili Pavilion is deserted, and the stars appear outside the cloud nine.
All ships in Bahe River are closed, and all seven thousand counties are closed.
Six palaces and five houses belong to the official slaughter, and the four seas and three rivers fish.
The bell rang on the second floor, and a bright moon filled Kun.
(Describe the scenery that it's getting late after The Journey to the West Wu Cheng'en's sentence "The red wheel goes west". )
12 is the honor of a life.
Drag two bamboo boards,
Thirty salaries and silver,
Four rural areas are guaranteed to spread,
Fifty mouths,
Hexagonal documents have been issued,
Seven products were tested outdoors,
The eight-character yamen is open,
Borrow do-it-yourself makeup service,
Very happy.
This cross sequence is taken from the Notes on Returning to the Field, which depicts the ugly faces of officials who bullied the weak and feared the hard, plundered the people's fat paste, and then "returned home" and "stayed at home", which is incisively and vividly worth pondering.
13 One township, three masters and two plums, I don't know the four books, five classics and six classics, and dare to teach seven, eight and nine sons.
Ten rooms and nine poverty, eight hundred and twenty-seven dollars and sixty-five cents, still half-hearted, first-class!
We don't know whether the funny emperor Stephen Chow's "Tong Bo Hu Dian Qiu Xiang" was written by director Li Lichi, actor Stephen Chow or someone else, but it is also a neat example with a good sense of humor.
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Part I: 2345
Downlink: 6789
Horizontal approval: lack of clothes and food: thousands of talents in Qian Shan, Jiangnan
Bottom line: Saibei, one day, one place, one sage.
(Excerpted from TV "Ji Xiaolan with iron teeth and copper teeth")
15 There is a folk song about digital poetry that satirizes the god in the temple:
Serious, blind, three meals, four bodies are not diligent, regardless of the grain, six gods have no owner, eight sides are imposing, nine (long) can not afford to sit, completely incompetent.
16 Zhu, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty, wrote a heartbroken mystery before she died, which is another kind of digital poetry:
Come downstairs, and the golden hairpin falls; Ask heaven, where is the man? Hate the prince, have been there; When you are talking to an enemy, it is difficult for you to stay. Regret that I missed my mouth; Those that have been handed in and those that have not; Why do you ask? You don't need a knife to separate them. From now on, don't rely on your enemies, you will miss them for thousands of miles.
-every sentence is full of condemnation of ungrateful people, and pour out your infinite grief! Hidden Numbers in Poetry
17 later, later generations wrote a poem "Yu Fang fen", which is similar to the "mystery of heartbreak" above:
Yuan had a midnight snack and sat by the window under the light. Ask heaven, whose home is it? I hate Yu Lang. I don't have any straightforward words. I can't stop slaves, so I will keep my mouth shut. As far as friendship is concerned, it is not bad. Dyed into soap, it's hard to say in vernacular. I hope I can make a clean break. Poor slave, it's hard to leave his hand. I'll make a plan today and teach him to answer nothing.
-The hidden numbers in the poem